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i make you laugh. i guess i always did, but apparently none of us seem to grow tired of it. but it just flows naturally, you know? we get together, and i feel good, instantly good. yes, the problems remain, the sorrow still eats me from the inside, but somehow it does not matter as long as i am with you, because you always make me say a lot of bullshit that make you laugh, and that end up making me laugh as well. it's funny... but i look at you and, while i have never loved you (as a lover, mind you), i feel i could share with you my life without any trouble at all. actually, it think you'd make me feel... happy. it's funny, isn't it?